My timer was covered in lime. Even with new batteries, it didn't make a sound. So, Brother and I bought me a new one and I installed it today.
It's hard to dig a trench to bury the lines. I was struggling and feeling annoyed until I remembered a lesson learned in Master Gardening. I soaked the ground I wanted to trench and was able to create a ditch large enough to conceal the tubing.
No one wants to see tubing. We want to see flowers. The rose bush I bought last year was pruned to four canes, and has small buds budding.
Not everything needs irrigation.
These desert marigolds are volunteers, and seem to do just fine with the run-off from the containers nearby.
Going with my "plant what works" theme, I stuck carnations behind the hyacinth bulb which has appeared every year since I put it in when we arrived in 2006. It's nice to see an old friend every springtime.
Remember the weeds I showed you in January?
The desert mountain laurel pods are still hanging on.
I'm sure I could do something creative with them.
I just don't know what it might be.
Instead, I spend time sniffing the fragrance of the blossoms. Would that I could package it and send it your way.
Those nubs on the top of the cactus will be big flowers in a week or six.
One never knows with these things.
The sun on the cholla made me smile.
It, too, is beginning to bud.
Red flowers will attract the ground squirrels, who have been curiously absent lately.
Something is living here, though.
These five holes are snakes... or lizards... or mammals of some sort.
No one can tell, for sure.